Chapter 2
Two men were behind Daryl and two were behind Beth as they walked next to each other, uncertain of what's going on. One guy took Daryl's crossbow, but Beth's knife was still hidden deep in her back pocket. It's the only thing that was keeping her from grabbing Daryl, turning around, and running for her life. And, you know, the fact that they would shoot them before they could move one foot in front of the other.
Beth counted her steps to distract herself from what might happen. She didn't want to think about it. When she looked over at Daryl, he was staring at her with a curious look. She quickly turned away and looked straight ahead, trying not to squirm under his gaze.
She felt like a prisoner like this, being forced by these people to walk for miles. All she wanted to do right now was curl up into and cry her eyes out, But, she would never admit that, Or even have the ability to do that in this world. Not with the chance of her being killed in the next minute. Beth hesitantly looks towards her ally again. He was now glaring daggers into the Joe's back. His stance was rigid and tense. He had his jaw clenched. Beth wondered what he would do to him if they ever got out of this situation.
She staggered on her step a little and almost fell on the ground, then heard a few chuckles come from behind her. She tried to ignore it, but the chuckles get louder. Her face flushes in anger. She cranes her neck behind her and growls, "You got a problem?" They just laugh harder. Beth, completely annoyed, turns around and stomps up to the men. Daryl steps up right behind Beth, ready to back her up if he needs to.
"I asked you a question, douchebag!" She yells in one man's face. The man behind him laughs again. "Oh, Len, you'd better watch out. Girlie here may start a catfight with ya.'" Daryl steps in front of the man that is unnamed. "Hey. Leave the girl alone." Beth wanted to yell at him at that moment. She wanted to tell him that she could take care of herself. She'd done it many times before. But now wasn't the time for that.
The man names Len placed a hand on Beth's shoulder and she shrugged it off. He gave her a smug smile before pushing her shoulders back hard enough to push her to the ground.
Daryl immediately grabbed Len's arm and delivered a punch to his jaw. Beth got on her feet and pulled her knife out of her back pocket. She was surprised when she felt arms pin her from behind, snatch her knife from her hand, and put the cool metal against her neck. Daryl abruptly stopped what he was doing to look at the scene in front of him,
In fact, everybody stopped and the only thing you could hear was Beth's strained and heavy breaths. "Joe, how much farther is the safe house?" Len asked. Joe put his head right next to Beth's ear and said, "Not much farther. Can you fellas' restrain yourselves 'till we get there?" Daryl steps forward slowly. "If you let the girl go." he simply replies. Joe nods and removes his knife from Beth's neck, gently pushing her towards Daryl. But, he keeps Beth's knife in his hand.
After Beth is free and they're moving again, Daryl touches Beth's shoulder and whispers, "You alright?" He feels the need to make sure. Beth nods. "I'm fine," she says. He stays by her side, anyway.
By the time they get to the warehouse Joe had led them to, it's dark outside. Daryl was worried about that. If they had any chance of escaping, he wanted it to be daylight. At night, there was a big chance of getting separated. He hated the idea of being separated.
They walked up to the old warehouse and immediately opened the metal door. Daryl and Beth were both perplexed by their lack of focus and care. What if there were walkers inside? They wouldn't have enough time to raise their guns from their sides and shoot it before it came out of the shadows and jumped on them.
When everyone was inside, the rest of the men went over to a desk that was thrown in the corner of the warehouse. He got out a lantern and turned it on, brightening the room. Daryl and Beth stood in the middle of the big space, with the rest of the group circled around them, making escaping impossible. Joe stepped towards them. "Now, I'm going to make this short." He looks at Daryl. "We could use a bowman in our group. If you wanna, of course." Then he looked at Beth and make an unfortunate look.
"This one, I'm not so sure can stay." Daryl spoke up instantly. "She goes where I go." Joe looked at him for a few seconds, as if he was studying all of his weaknesses and strengths to later use against him. Then he just nods. "Okay. Blondie stays." "My name is Beth." She interjects. Joe gives her a tight smile. She doesn't return it. Then Joe looks at Daryl. "I'm Daryl." He grunts. "Awesome." Then he turns back to the men. "Teach 'em the rules, fellas.'"